Can’t Win Me Back

At midnight, Amber arrived at a countryside villa in her sportscar. She had changed into a flaming red slit dress and styled her long, dark hair into a

bun that was held together by a golden hairpin.

Her style, classic and alluring, was to Jameson's taste. However, she was dressed to the nines for a nasty deal.

She ran her cold fingertips through the hem of her dress and chuckled bitterly. What a waste of high-grade silk and top-notch tailoring! Her perfect

attire and her dignity would end up being trampled by the beasts she would host.

She received a video call from Wesley when she was about to leave her car. The video call was their preferred way of communication as it was

impossible to be tapped.

"Wesley," she began with a forced smile.

"Ms. Altman, are you about to..." Wesley choked up emotionally at the sight of her beauty. As an employee at The Millennium, he knew what that

would signify.

"What's the matter? Is everything alright?" Amber hurriedly shifted the topic of conversation.

meeting are not just any ordinary men, though." Wesley put on a worried look. "Based on

the sbatch of drugs as Aidan

we get our hands on

try my best to pry

know!"

He had a bad feeling. "Something feels off when

without Carl following you. I'm scared

hasn't hurtyet, and that goes to show

go of a person until he's extracted every

from Amber, four other women working for The Millennium

stood in the dark corners of a luxurious suite. The women had no

guests sporting beer bellies.

the couch, silently taking in the debauchery unfolding in front of her eyes. Her chest rose

anger.

If the significant deal fell

hugged the ladies as they openly conversed

Schmidt gave us this tis really something! He said we could sell them

"Oh? Why so?"

conversation. The two rascals were unaware of the

in the suite.

common drug, and we can sell it as such," one of the men gloated. "We

to control them without the help of

that drug is not only extremely addictive but effective on certain illnesses. How